This shit taste like tomato soup with monk fruit sweetener.

I went for a job along the riverside trail in our local “forest” at the turn of fall from summer and the wind was crisp but the sun was warm and the sparse clouds allowed beams of light through cottonwoods and sporadic rain. And the friend I was with talked with me, an intelligent conversation, if ever there was one. And alas it wasn’t a do about Irish historical fictions, folk music, or the Shane Gillis show my father thinks isn’t just the bee’s tits but it’s knees as well. But instead about Marx failed in the metaphysical context. Which I think might be true. The whole bid about him making a proper diagnosis of capitalism but giving a bad prescription. We discussed how a tree is both the bark and the atoms of carbon there-in but how it must be tree-like, an idea of a tree, as well. Or it would be a bush or something. My philosopher pal might do us a favor and write a rebuttal.

Marx’s great failing was that he didn’t believe in God. Now, I’ve skimmed the little red book and haven’t gone all hammer and sickle in my research, so maybe he wasn’t the atheist. It is very probable that is a cold war remnant of American disinfo. But it suits my argument, so I’ll stand by it for now. It isn’t like the capitalist modus is writ in the scripture. Quite the contrary. At least from my limited perusal.

But I did think that ideas can exist and move people. The sufficient neurons (in quality AND importantly quantity) allow me to think. Once a threshold has been reached then thought organization is possible. Now here my theory: that an individual fish is stupid. But a school of fish, the sensory feedback amongst so many individuals, is probably as smart or smarter than myself. But that doesn’t quite fit with the ideas exist before you and your little brain stem is just an antenna to pick them up sort them (or not).

So many people are seized by ideas and behave on them, without a wit of self analyzation. And this is what our modern political harshness seems to me. Maybe that’s a down side of being in the school of fish rather than an individual is that if it swims east you go. If the group can manage losing a few from the left flank to a shark its no trouble. Except for the few who get eaten in leu of the group.

Anyhow the whole business of Marx and the “problem of the masses” (the jogging buddy’s words, not mine) came up after I described my idea about the pace of your life.

I’m pretty sure you don’t die. I don’t think you can. I think people in your life can die, animals can die, but so long as you are, you can’t be aren’t. Whatever. I know its bologna, but damn if with a little mustard that’s not a half bad sandwich. My interest also extends into trying to extend my life so long as possible. (after all, why not hedge your bets).

Besides being healthy with exercising and eating good and not being poor as that surely lowers your life expectancy, I think if you can manage the pacing of your life well enough, each day and moment can be its own eternity.

Put it like this:

Your life is you in a spaceship. And events are the bodies orbiting around in space. Some of the big planets are family, work, school, the important stuff. And the moons are hobbies and interests and what not. If you just zoom around the sun of work than its gravity is great and you speed along and more time of your life is past. But if you just stick to the hobby planets you really don’t end up nowhere, and lo, the big stuff has passed you by.

Enough space, now you walk or run along a path. On your right is a scrolling screen of life events moving in your same direction. If you walk and lollygag, then life will seem to be passing you by. If you’re too eager and run backwards you’ll get ahead but lose all that you’ve rushed by. But if you can manage to put your spacecraft in the center of all that gravity, or match your velocity to that of the scrolling screen, then you and your life can be going at the same speed and suddenly it’ll be like you aren’t moving at all. Just that day, that moment, if you can just get your timing right with all you’ve got going on, you could live each moment forever.

Well anyway back to work.